Date: May 1st, 2015
Whisky: Compass Box Spice Tree, Arran 10 y.o., Bruichladdich 12 y.o. Second Edition, BenRomach Cask Strength 2002, BenRiach 1997 Madeira, anCnoc Flaughter, Octomore 4.2 Comus
Way out of date with these write-ups. Been lacking motivation, to be honest. Not sure if any members are reading ’em. I guess we should get caught up for posterity, though.
Herbert’s ‘Dune’ is a book that has sat on my shelf for years. Oft recommended; even started once or twice, though I never made it past the first couple pages. Dunno. This one just didn’t get its hooks into me in my earlier attempts. The one thing Liquorature has been good for (well…let’s face it: there are countless things Liquorature has been good for) is motivation. Once I finally said ‘yeah…lets’ do this one’, it was game on. I don’t not finish our books, so I knew I’d finally get a chance to see this one through. Interestingly enough, the announcement of this pick was met with a cacophony of cheers and mutinous snarls. Hmmm….good pick for a book club, in other words.
Well…after cursing my name and teetering on the edge of issuing violent threats if he had to read this book again, even Chris found himself on board this time, his second go-round at tackling Frank Herbert’s lauded sci-fi epic, Dune. His detestation melted away into appreciation this time ’round. And just days ago – more than a year later, as I jot these notes – he even conceded to really liking this marriage of ‘Tremors’ and ‘Star Wars’ / ‘Star Trek’. ‘Dune’ is a deep, epic tale that spans large themes as it traverses even larger galaxies.
The conversation was an interesting one, especially in light of a couple of friends sitting in as guests for the eve. One was a mate of mine and long-lived ‘Dune’ fan. The other was Chris’s brother. Both helped to bring this night to an amplified state of non-sober enlightenment and provided the new perspectives we’re always looking for. Love it.
We tucked into at least seven new malts for this one, but I believe there may have been a beer or two as well. And at the end of it all…two golden tickets were issued to our guests to join the ranks of malt-swillin’, pseudo-intellectual elitists. Both accepted. More to come on these developments next time.
I thnk, in the end, I earned forgiveness from Chris for this one, but the boys are less likely to let me off the hook for bringing ’em along as we sounded the deep in search of the white whale a while back. And to that I say…’suck it up, princesses.’
Random Notes: Dan Clermont and Jesse Graham sitting in … Pretzels in sand … Chris liking it more this time around … Bauer’s purchase … the LGBT-friendly alternate ending…